The annual guide to post-vernal, pre-autumnal recreation and indulgence. Including an all-encompassing summer culture calendar, preemptive nostalgia for grimy Coney Island, a rundown of ways to relax on the waterfront without leaving the five boroughs, the inside scoop on outdoor drinking, a taxonomy of city fauna, parent-friendly kids’ fun, listings of too-good-to-still-be-on-the-market summer shares, and more.
For most of their lives, both Joe Torre and Alex Rodriguez bet much of their self-worth on the outcome of baseball games. Yet it seems the younger might be learning that the game can also be a source of escape—an insight it took the elder decades to make.
Camping on an abandoned island in Jamaica Bay is a great opportunity to connect in self-reliant fashion with ancient city history. As our writer discovered, the experience is less profound when it involves a torrential two-day downpour and something called “trench foot.”
While their contemporaries in the downtown-revival scene fade out or move uptown, Interpol are still alive, kicking it on the Bowery, and eager to let you know that they’re not as depressed as they look.
The summer of 1967 saw a coastal divergence in America’s counterculture. San Francisco happily charged ahead toward free love, but the New York hippies, unable to escape grit, irony, and nearby riots, landed somewhere in between a summer of love and a summer of hate.
Clients, Hollywood scared by media.
Next project: A Python ballet!
Von Bulow art at the Morgan.
Actor Justin Theroux thinks so.
The Maytrees writer says she's done with writing.
As the city was drenched alternately by rain and perspiration, Mayor Bloomberg fanned presidential-run rumors by announcing that he’d cooled on the Republican Party.
Gaming the most anticipated gadget launch of the year.
Crawling around Manhattan.
Mayor Bloomberg’s cynical, egotistical presidential flirtations might actually do some good—that is, unless he becomes Ralph Nader.
Reasons for optimism in Iraq—and reasons to be pessimistic about the predictable games politicians at home play with the war.
The maturation of Banks Violette, death-metal installation artist.
Michael Moore makes his best film.
Sara Cardace spoke with Mamie Gummer, 23, about starring with her mother Meryl Streep in Evening.
As good as Knocked Up is, it’s a perfect candidate for Curvedom; in fact, we’ve recently heard people saying, “I don’t see what all the fuss is about.”
"I think I have a peculiar humor that becomes a cross that I bear. I always complain that nobody sees my sense of humor, but it comes across when you have a movie theater filled with people."
The work at the world’s various biennials may or may not be worthy of praise, but it’s impossible to tell either way amid the bombast.
What the audience really thought about “Summer of Love.”
Is this the end for suddenly slumping roots rockers Ryan Adams and Jeff Tweedy?
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Peanut by Linas Alsenas, Warriors by James Harpur and more.
These two major modern cantatas are as intriguing for their music as for their backstories.
Rock-scene veterans tell all.
Postmasters’ campy new group show, “Not Your Parents’ MTV: Music Videos from Hell,” opening June 28, pokes fun at a pop-culture obsession.
D.J.’s reinstate the time-honored summer tradition of taking the music out of the club.
Nothing stirs the appetite—or need for a stiff drink—like a Saturday-afternoon crush at the Union Square Greenmarket. Here’s where to go for lunch afterward.
Arriving at your lunch or dinner destination by boat beats a cab any day. Just hail a New York Water Taxi (go to nywatertaxi.com for schedules).
At the Culture Project’s annual Women Center Stage festival, the spotlight’s on female playwrights and directors.
Readers sound off on Steve Jobs, the science of gaydar, and more.
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